Ronald watched his companion withdraw his hand, and a circle of magical light shone. "Don't be too fussy," he reminded. "The detection station in Iron Claw City is not as easy to fool as it used to be."
The dark purple witch glanced at him. "Destiny will cover my tracks for me." Her voice was so sweet, and the veil floated gently when she exhaled.
Across the street, the young man who had just walked across the carriageway suddenly fell forward. He rolled on the ground, scratching desperately around his neck. "It will also choke the devil." No one saw that one end of the silk rope tied around his neck was held in the hand of the lady in a cloak across the street.
He gradually became motionless, and the suffocation took away the alert look from his eyes.
Ronald said nothing. When the patrol knight arrives, he will find that the deceased is a demon, and then everything will be over. Except for demon hunters, no one can handle these garbage corpses more professionally than them.
He cared more about Helen's magic...and her figure than a stupid little devil. The fateful witch from the high tower wore a beautiful silk dress with an open front, her favorite purple-black cloak around the neckline, and a silver buckle hanging at her waist. Under the gravity of the almost invisible round crystal, its short chain stretched straight. She took off one of her silk stockings, revealing a belt loop that bound silver needles through the forest of lace. Ronald found that he couldn't take his eyes away from the only remaining piece of mesh fabric that was close to the skin, even though only when its owner took steps, people could catch the lines above and below the ankle. .
No wonder Larson, the nerd, was also tempted. He couldn't help but admire the other person's vision.
Helen Dorothea was the girl Ronald watched grow up. When she first came to the tower, this girl was not yet born. Ronaid never paid attention to her until the death of the Gray Messenger and the Saint announced that he would personally guide her in the knowledge of mysticism. That was a few years ago...and little Helen was no different from Roma at that time. Ronald suspected that one of the reasons he could tolerate the little lion was because of the rich experience he had gained from Helen.
For this beauty, he reminded again: "We are conspicuous enough, Adela."
"I'm not Adela," the witch corrected, "Why can't you remember the lady's name?"
"That must be because I haven't gotten a kiss from them yet." The lion grinned.
During this short exchange, a patrol officer came over to check on the dead demon. Helen walked through the crowded lanes without blinking. Every pedestrian who crossed her path paid no attention to her, just treating them as an ordinary shadow. Witches always have a way to hide their whereabouts. If she is willing to let a lucky person look at her, the other person will discover her existence by coincidence. Originally, as long as the young people did not pay attention first, no one would be able to detect its evil nature. Both Helen and Ronald knew that his ability to see through hidden magic came from a special kind of fire.
Strange fire, polluted soul. "I don't like it here." When the witch repeated this time, Ronald agreed from the bottom of his heart. Ironclaw is the royal capital of Eastman, where chaos and tumult are deep-rooted. Everywhere you looked, there were quarrels, shouts and empty sweet talk. The downtown area is much better, but the most surprising thing is the difference between luxurious villas and civilian residences. Ronald lived in a prairie city before arriving at the Tower. His favorite thing was to strum the strings in front of the tavern for every beautiful woman who passed by. However, there are women standing in front of the bar here. They are not very beautiful, but their figures are very attractive and very tempting. Ronald didn't see the benefits of mortal women, but after staying in Brumnot for so long, he would rather ignore the signals given to him by his keen sense of smell.
"But your colleagues like it." He teased, "Berti also likes it. The Harp constellation is not brighter than the broken moon. What disaster does this portend? Misfortune? It seems that you have to be more careful here."
"Uncle Zachary, it's rare that you are interested in divination." Helen, the witch, had known what kind of person the lion was, so she didn't feel offended by his offensive words. "If you are willing, I will see your future wife. She is independent and strong, and believes that her lover will be loyal to her..."
These words are too fatal. The lion turned his head angrily to show his refusal.
"May Otto bless you," Helen declared triumphantly at last. "My predictions are always accurate, I won't lie to you. I can also understand you. When a witch completely understands a person, his fate will be clearly visible."
Just then, they heard another voice asking, "What does my future hold?"
Ronald turned around and saw the envoy opening the door of the Star Gap in full view of everyone. He couldn't help being surprised. Even more surprised than him were the pedestrians around him. They were frightened to varying degrees in front of the sudden golden ripples, and there was a scream between the two rows of shops.
"My magic has failed." Helen made a pun. "No matter what, there are always people in the world that I don't understand."
"Leave first." Bai Zhizhi said, "You have plenty of opportunities to get to know me."
Ronald the Lion couldn't help but smile when he heard the irony in it.
Unlike the Gray Emissary, the White Emissary's true name is also a secret in the tower. He knew every trick of the astrologer and could not fall for Helen's tricks. With the top leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs present, Ronald felt that his situation was much better. "You are late, Lord Commander." He greeted, and then stepped into the ripples.
The White Envoy is at the end. He turned his head and glanced at the patrolling knight who was shouting sharply on the spot, his eyes filled with uncertainty. Behind the crowd, the young man's body was abandoned on the stone slab, seeming to be shaken by the collision of people.
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Anchuan walked downstairs and saw the prostitute feeding the man a mouthful of mead. He thought for a while and called the waiter to replace part of the set meal with a large glass of ale for the adventurer. Foam rises in the golden wine, covering the reflected candle flame.
Layers upon layers of newspaper headlines were plastered on the noticeboards, glue seeping through the trim around the edges. Yasukawa glanced at the headlines and had no idea about the so-called Faf Tanner Mission. In his impression, the fog elves were a group of aristocratic lords who were stuck in their own ways and were good at posturing. Wild elves and even night elves are easier to deal with than them.
The most widely circulated deeds of Faftanner in Binya'io began after the Garwash Undead Catastrophe two hundred years ago. The mist elves went to war with the underground legions, and Antolet, the kingdom's border fortress, fell within a week. Singers rushed to write music and lyrics about this incident as a mockery. It is rumored that the Mist Elves don't even bother to pay attention to the mysterious creatures in the Tower of Sky and the Glorious Council, and only express their gratitude to Saint Valoran for his friendly help. The gods know where their arrogance comes from.
An embassy from the mist elves visits Eastman, the realm beneath the towers. I don't know why, but I can't get rid of this idea as soon as it appears.
Yaskawa has no special feelings for Eastman. His hometown is far away in Skluguk, a human kingdom about the size of two fingernails on the map. Unfortunately, Skraguk is close to Faftanner, and their neighbors would rather the humans get as far away from them as possible. Since Faftanner's national isolation policy was implemented quite thoroughly, Yaskawa's understanding of the fog elves was not through observing neighboring countries.
He was an adventurer and once stayed in a certain mercenary group. And there are always a few misfits in Faftanner who want to find the true form of various legends on Binya Io. Anchuan knew a fog elf who was a member of the mercenary group. There was nothing they could talk about, and their views on things were completely different, but Yasukawa had a special way of making friends...such as using a bow in his hand.
Among the mysterious races, nature elves are recognized as the best at using bows. In some places, they are also called green elves. They have sensitive, beast-like pointed auricles, and together with druids and pterosaurs, they established Saint Valoran, one of the seven mystical fulcrums. Next is a certain orc who is naturally good at shooting, followed by wild elves. Mist elves are not good at this, but this ranking depends on the average level of the entire race and has nothing to do with individuals. The fog elf mercenary, like Anchuan, changed his profession to Windrunner, and he could hit three targets with one bow pull.
Anchuan's control over bow and arrow weapons was not inferior to anyone else's. He had prided himself on his innate talent and acquired ability - until he met the fog elf mercenary. The other party will be at a disadvantage in the competition with him entirely because Yasukawa has a level of mystery that is close to that of Gao Huan. The complete failure in his skills devastated him, so he left his hometown, hoping to hone his archery skills while traveling.
A large glass of wine was quickly consumed, and the prostitute opposite also climbed the stairs with the man. Anchuan is troubled by the appearance of the Mist Elf Envoy - which means that the number of patrol knights in Iron Claw City will double - the adventurer's compliance with laws and regulations has never been engraved in his heart, and he begins to plan to leave this city. It has gradually become a city caged by rules.
...But before the plan could be implemented, he had to finish the task at hand.
Adventurers generally have many sources of income, but the only legitimate one is professional income. This refers to the work that is written on the contract, which is the so-called employment task. If adventurers participate in robbery or theft and violate local official laws, the rewards they receive will be illegal. However, because the employer's requirements are diverse and wide-ranging, Yaskawa feels that this so-called "legitimate income" sounds a bit funny.
The task is not too troublesome. He just needs to catch a guy named Mixtlock and get some information from the other person's mouth that his employer needs. The target Mysterok is a vampire who has not yet entered the ring. This task is so easy that it seems like he can reach out and complete it. Anchuan left the hotel with the idea of leaving as soon as possible, but as soon as he opened the door, he immediately regretted it.
The driveway outside the door was crowded with carriages at the end, and the patrol knights who maintained order stared at them. The vendors' shelves were knocked over by the jostling, and two men who bumped into each other argued with each other. People ran in one direction, trying to create an ant-like obstacle in the city - all because two knights in mail across the street dragged a pile of dry wood onto a high platform.
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